OK, as a girl born and raised in Los Angeles County, CA, I must admit that when the Air Force decided to send us to Oklahoma after four years in Germany, I was unhappy. I had all the usual stereotypes firmly in mind, and some of them are worse if you grew up in California, where "Okie" was often synonymous with "poor and backward."
After being here awhile, I realized that people here are not backward. They are very intelligent about this harsh land that they have been trying to tame for the last 100+ years. They are more astute observers of weather than anyone I have ever seen. The true pioneer spirit lives on here, also. Life can be tough, none know it better, and therefore, you take care of your neighbors when they need you because tomorrow you might need their help. The arts flourish in Oklahoma City and in Tulsa. Everywhere you go here you find people who are involved in music or in making other kinds of art. Yes, there are the redneck stereotypical people too, but fewer than you would expect. And even those folks will help a neighbor or a stranger in need.
This is what mystifies me about the politics currently in this state. Here are people who see a need and set about to fill it. They hear about a natural disaster, or a tragedy somewhere else, and they pray, and they send money, and often they go themselves and help feed people. Yet, the politicians they elect are most often the worst sort of cynical tea party curmudgeons you could ever hope to find.
Look at the voting on aid for victims of Sandy. It would greatly surprise me if there were not at least one group of Baptist men from Oklahoma who took their mobile kitchens out and fed people in that area. I would be astounded if folks here didn't reach out through their churches, and as individuals to send what they could to help. It's the way folks are here. (Look at the local response to the Murrah Bombing in 1995. The "Oklahoma Standard" was all about the way the greater community called and asked "What do you need?" and set about providing it.) Yet, our Congressional delegation, when asked to support funding for relief for the victims of a major storm, refused. How many times has Oklahoma had to ask for aid? Come on, folks, be consistent. Let some of the tax dollars you'll be paying anyway go toward something you would fund on your own as well. Help your neighbors. You have needed their help many times in the past, and you will again.
From the tone of the political rhetoric spewed by the delegation from Oklahoma, you would expect that people here are angry and unfriendly. It isn't so. They are kind, polite, friendly, the sort of people who, even in a big city, know the names of the people who wait on them regularly in local businesses, and ask after their families. The kind of folks who will stop to help a stranger change a tire.
This is a place where, even though it is a large metropolitan area, I can't go to the store without seeing a person who comes into the library where I work. My church is 10 miles away, in Oklahoma City, and still, I see people from church in the library. (And Episcopalians are certainly in the minority here.)
I just can't reconcile the tenor of the politics here with the behavior of the majority of the people.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
More New Year Stuff and Thoughts on Connectedness
So, one of the last things that happened in the old year was that my faithful desktop computer started having the unfortunate habit of rebooting itself without warning. (Often in the middle of a project.) I have been using my laptop (also not a spring chicken) for most of my writing and social networking, but the keyboard drives me nuts, and I couldn't really get decent video or sound on either machine. SO, I am now typing this on my brand-new, super deluxe desktop unit. It is a Toshiba, an all in one with all the important hardware in the monitor itself. It is a touch screen, but I have the wireless keyboard, (one of the best I have ever used) and the wireless mouse. It comes with a top quality dvd player and great sound. (It even has a remote control so I can watch my dvds from the comfy chair instead of the almost comfy desk chair. It is much easier to knit in the comfy chair. ) I have hope that the new computer will make me more likely to write in this blog, because it makes it much more pleasant to do so, but given my history, I will not hold my breath.
The other ongoing new thing is my attempt to use Twitter. I have successfully set up an account, and I have about 6 followers, about half of which are trying to sell me something. I "follow" a lot of people, mostly celebrities whose work I admire because I want to know what new project is coming up that I might want to see/hear/read. I have no idea if anything I mention these folks in ever gets to a place where they can see it. I often feel like I am talking to myself on Twitter. (This blog is pretty much that way, too. I don't think anybody much reads it but me.) That's OK, though. I was the youngest child by 12 years, so I spent a lot of time alone. I am used to talking to myself.
I would like to apologize to those I may have unintentionally bombarded with posts trying to get a link and a few words to explain it to go out together earlier today. Sheesh! I am far from a technological incompetent, but some software makes me feel that way. It is doubtful that Greg Francis or Ron Perlman will ever read my rambles here, but I AM sorry if my ineptitude made a nuisance of me. That is the last thing I would wish to do. All I was trying to do was help a friend, a screenwriter, who is part of a project that is eligible for a grant if they get enough "likes" for their video. Anne Lower is very talented, and deserves to catch a break right now. She has had successes, but I think this would mean a lot to her. Here's a link to the project As for my trying to help, you know what they say about good intentions...
OK, time for what I am SUPPOSED to be writing.
Walking yesterday morning and thinking about how the trees looked against the bright winter sky. Like fine black fingers reaching toward the crystal blue sky. The air was cold, crisp, and sweet. That is one thing I like about Oklahoma. Nowhere near as much crud in the air as there was in L.A. when I was growing up there. You can hear yourself think walking around a small suburban neighborhood in Moore, Oklahoma. There are noises, but in the mid-morning on a weekday, it is pretty quiet. The only exception is when the stupid train decides to come through. There is one exception to the clear air. Pollen. (Thanks ever so much, Texas, for sharing all your cedar pollen with us. I never had allergies before I moved to Oklahoma. I think maybe the smog killed the pollen in L.A., but I can't be sure... I left in '89.)
ANYWAY, as I was walking, I was thinking about how connected I seem to be to the community here. I work in the public library here in Moore, and though this is a large suburb, it still feels like a small town. Whenever I go out to the store, the gas station, the movie theater, (and we have a FABULOUS one The Moore Warren) I see library customers or coworkers. I see members of the church I attend at my library, even though the church is in downtown Oklahoma City, 10 miles away. St. Paul's Episcopal Cathedral
We here in Central Oklahoma have been through a lot of tough times together in the almost 20 years I've lived here. The Murrah Bombing - see the memorial website - our church suffered 8 million dollars worth of damage, too. The May 3rd , 1999 tornado- Link to NOAA here -tore apart many lives here in Moore, and we lost quite a few library materials, but that was the least of our problems. In all these cases, people here responded with care and help for their neighbors in need. They also went to the government asking for help. This is what made me SO ASHAMED of our Oklahoma delegation to Congress when they refused to support aid for the victims of Hurricane Sandy. What horrendous hypocrisy. Just because they want to stamp their little feets and say they said "NO" to more government spending. Idiots! I am proud to say that I did not vote for ANY of them, where I had the chance, I voted for their opponents. It is difficult sometimes to be an educated and thinking person in Oklahoma, especially so if one must interact with the general public and remain civil. For the most part, though, folks here are extremely nice, and will not try to force their opinions and beliefs on you. The exceptions seem to run for office. Unfortunately, they often win.
All of these thoughts led me to the conclusion that the connection must reach beyond our town and our state, it must reach out to the whole country , and beyond that, to the world. We must do a better job of living those fine principles we claim to cherish. EVERYONE ON THE PLANET is our neighbor, and Christians, Jesus told us in no uncertain terms that we must love the Lord our God with all our heart, with all our mind, and with all our spirit, AND OUR NEIGHBOR AS OURSELVES. "On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets." Well, this year I am going to try and reach out to more of my neighbors like the victims of Sandy. I sent a donation to www.statenstrong.com, I posted the link and asked friends to help both on Facebook and on Twitter. I talked to people at work about it. The harder part of loving my neighbor will be to be tolerant and kind even to those who behave with intolerance and unkindness. Maybe an example is what they need. Everyone needs to be loved.
Please, if you happen to read this, go to StatenStrong and see what they are doing. Maybe send a little donation. Also, look around your own community, and maybe beyond, and see what you can do to make the connections a little better by helping, or even just spreading the word that help is needed. It's one of my resolutions this year.
The other ongoing new thing is my attempt to use Twitter. I have successfully set up an account, and I have about 6 followers, about half of which are trying to sell me something. I "follow" a lot of people, mostly celebrities whose work I admire because I want to know what new project is coming up that I might want to see/hear/read. I have no idea if anything I mention these folks in ever gets to a place where they can see it. I often feel like I am talking to myself on Twitter. (This blog is pretty much that way, too. I don't think anybody much reads it but me.) That's OK, though. I was the youngest child by 12 years, so I spent a lot of time alone. I am used to talking to myself.
I would like to apologize to those I may have unintentionally bombarded with posts trying to get a link and a few words to explain it to go out together earlier today. Sheesh! I am far from a technological incompetent, but some software makes me feel that way. It is doubtful that Greg Francis or Ron Perlman will ever read my rambles here, but I AM sorry if my ineptitude made a nuisance of me. That is the last thing I would wish to do. All I was trying to do was help a friend, a screenwriter, who is part of a project that is eligible for a grant if they get enough "likes" for their video. Anne Lower is very talented, and deserves to catch a break right now. She has had successes, but I think this would mean a lot to her. Here's a link to the project As for my trying to help, you know what they say about good intentions...
OK, time for what I am SUPPOSED to be writing.
Walking yesterday morning and thinking about how the trees looked against the bright winter sky. Like fine black fingers reaching toward the crystal blue sky. The air was cold, crisp, and sweet. That is one thing I like about Oklahoma. Nowhere near as much crud in the air as there was in L.A. when I was growing up there. You can hear yourself think walking around a small suburban neighborhood in Moore, Oklahoma. There are noises, but in the mid-morning on a weekday, it is pretty quiet. The only exception is when the stupid train decides to come through. There is one exception to the clear air. Pollen. (Thanks ever so much, Texas, for sharing all your cedar pollen with us. I never had allergies before I moved to Oklahoma. I think maybe the smog killed the pollen in L.A., but I can't be sure... I left in '89.)
ANYWAY, as I was walking, I was thinking about how connected I seem to be to the community here. I work in the public library here in Moore, and though this is a large suburb, it still feels like a small town. Whenever I go out to the store, the gas station, the movie theater, (and we have a FABULOUS one The Moore Warren) I see library customers or coworkers. I see members of the church I attend at my library, even though the church is in downtown Oklahoma City, 10 miles away. St. Paul's Episcopal Cathedral
We here in Central Oklahoma have been through a lot of tough times together in the almost 20 years I've lived here. The Murrah Bombing - see the memorial website - our church suffered 8 million dollars worth of damage, too. The May 3rd , 1999 tornado- Link to NOAA here -tore apart many lives here in Moore, and we lost quite a few library materials, but that was the least of our problems. In all these cases, people here responded with care and help for their neighbors in need. They also went to the government asking for help. This is what made me SO ASHAMED of our Oklahoma delegation to Congress when they refused to support aid for the victims of Hurricane Sandy. What horrendous hypocrisy. Just because they want to stamp their little feets and say they said "NO" to more government spending. Idiots! I am proud to say that I did not vote for ANY of them, where I had the chance, I voted for their opponents. It is difficult sometimes to be an educated and thinking person in Oklahoma, especially so if one must interact with the general public and remain civil. For the most part, though, folks here are extremely nice, and will not try to force their opinions and beliefs on you. The exceptions seem to run for office. Unfortunately, they often win.
All of these thoughts led me to the conclusion that the connection must reach beyond our town and our state, it must reach out to the whole country , and beyond that, to the world. We must do a better job of living those fine principles we claim to cherish. EVERYONE ON THE PLANET is our neighbor, and Christians, Jesus told us in no uncertain terms that we must love the Lord our God with all our heart, with all our mind, and with all our spirit, AND OUR NEIGHBOR AS OURSELVES. "On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets." Well, this year I am going to try and reach out to more of my neighbors like the victims of Sandy. I sent a donation to www.statenstrong.com, I posted the link and asked friends to help both on Facebook and on Twitter. I talked to people at work about it. The harder part of loving my neighbor will be to be tolerant and kind even to those who behave with intolerance and unkindness. Maybe an example is what they need. Everyone needs to be loved.
Please, if you happen to read this, go to StatenStrong and see what they are doing. Maybe send a little donation. Also, look around your own community, and maybe beyond, and see what you can do to make the connections a little better by helping, or even just spreading the word that help is needed. It's one of my resolutions this year.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Another New Year
Another New Year's Day, another Tournament of Roses Parade watched. This year, I am actually doing some of the cleaning I have vowed to do on this day. I have packed away most of the Christmas decorations, (early, I know, but I won't have time closer to Epiphany). I have started clearing out my office so I can actually do things in here without searching forever for what I need, or having to re-arrange the known universe in order to put something down. Also, my desktop computer died a couple of weeks ago, and I have been making do with this laptop. Matt has ordered my new computer, and it will require a different section of my desk space, so I am clearing as much off the top of the desk as possible.
This process always reminds me that I don't use my fountain pens as much as I should. They sit in their tray, all forlorn and probably in need of cleaning and new ink cartridges. I have a journal in my "reading basket" that needs attention, too. Also a poetry work notebook, and a small notebook of inspirations and writing exercises. My now neglected (yup, got Pandora on my phone) mp3 player is also in that basket. From time to time my very overworked Nook tablet lives on top of other things in that basket.
There are scores of cds of my vocal practice pieces in my cabinet that need to be organized, and there are three shelves of stuff in that cabinet that need to be reorganized and weeded. (Mostly books and cds.)
The stuff in the desk drawers needs to be gone through again, too. I know I will find my old stickers from TK Graphics in the back of the top drawer. There are numerous Star Trek related ones, and a couple of Beauty and the Beast stickers, too. A couple of general sci-fi fan sayings are in there, too. ("Two things are universal: Hydrogen and Stupidity." "Anything not nailed down is a cat toy" Opportunity knocks but once; Temptation pounds on the door constantly" "I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent." "Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.") These used to go on the envelopes of the letters we fans sent to each other back in those dark days before the Internet and email (or Facebook and Twitter.)
I dread this process, but I know I must begin it. I have the same paranoia my Pop always had. "As soon as I get rid of that, I'm going to need it." I am afraid my genes may work against me here. I come from a long line of packrats. I have used a lot of these things in the last year, just that there are too many things in here. Something's gotta give.
Sigh. Time to quit stalling and get back at it...
This process always reminds me that I don't use my fountain pens as much as I should. They sit in their tray, all forlorn and probably in need of cleaning and new ink cartridges. I have a journal in my "reading basket" that needs attention, too. Also a poetry work notebook, and a small notebook of inspirations and writing exercises. My now neglected (yup, got Pandora on my phone) mp3 player is also in that basket. From time to time my very overworked Nook tablet lives on top of other things in that basket.
There are scores of cds of my vocal practice pieces in my cabinet that need to be organized, and there are three shelves of stuff in that cabinet that need to be reorganized and weeded. (Mostly books and cds.)
The stuff in the desk drawers needs to be gone through again, too. I know I will find my old stickers from TK Graphics in the back of the top drawer. There are numerous Star Trek related ones, and a couple of Beauty and the Beast stickers, too. A couple of general sci-fi fan sayings are in there, too. ("Two things are universal: Hydrogen and Stupidity." "Anything not nailed down is a cat toy" Opportunity knocks but once; Temptation pounds on the door constantly" "I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent." "Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.") These used to go on the envelopes of the letters we fans sent to each other back in those dark days before the Internet and email (or Facebook and Twitter.)
I dread this process, but I know I must begin it. I have the same paranoia my Pop always had. "As soon as I get rid of that, I'm going to need it." I am afraid my genes may work against me here. I come from a long line of packrats. I have used a lot of these things in the last year, just that there are too many things in here. Something's gotta give.
Sigh. Time to quit stalling and get back at it...
Monday, December 24, 2012
Christmas Eve Already!
Good grief, where has this year gone? It seems like it was just New Year's, now it's Christmas again. I am not ready. I still have things to do. There are still packages to wrap, and cookie plates to set up, and oh, I am sure a dozen or so other things I SHOULD be doing.
There is also a snow storm threatening our city. At least this year it SHOULD let us have our Christmas Eve services without a problem Christmas Day service has already been cancelled at our church. It is supposed to be snowing and blowing already by then.
So much of my spiritual life is like this also. I am not ready. I am supposed to be preparing a place in my heart for the Christ child, waiting for the return of Christ, and I am floundering around beset by multiple details that always escape me. Time to focus and remember the important things. Love. Family. Friends. Neighbors. The people that are given to us to love and be loved by, that is what is important. The Internet has expanded that circle of love for me, and also made it easier to keep close to some of my far-flung friends and family. It is still somewhat impersonal, though, but it suits my more or less introverted nature better than large gatherings, or too many social occasions.
Speaking of those things I need to get done, I suppose I should end this. Just let me say that if you are brave enough to have read any of these blog posts, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed them.
There is also a snow storm threatening our city. At least this year it SHOULD let us have our Christmas Eve services without a problem Christmas Day service has already been cancelled at our church. It is supposed to be snowing and blowing already by then.
So much of my spiritual life is like this also. I am not ready. I am supposed to be preparing a place in my heart for the Christ child, waiting for the return of Christ, and I am floundering around beset by multiple details that always escape me. Time to focus and remember the important things. Love. Family. Friends. Neighbors. The people that are given to us to love and be loved by, that is what is important. The Internet has expanded that circle of love for me, and also made it easier to keep close to some of my far-flung friends and family. It is still somewhat impersonal, though, but it suits my more or less introverted nature better than large gatherings, or too many social occasions.
Speaking of those things I need to get done, I suppose I should end this. Just let me say that if you are brave enough to have read any of these blog posts, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed them.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
A New Endeavor
So, I've started out on a new endeavor. (And I have dragged Matt along with me, though he seems to be going willingly enough...) We have joined the Oklahoma Master Chorale. Unfortunately, their website hasn't been updated lately. A friend and former fellow St. Paul's chorister is now the director. (Dr. Vicki Schaeffer.) It is going to be fun to work with Vicki again, and lots of my fellow students from Karen Smith-Pearson's voice studio are in the Chorale, also. (So I have people there who already know how I sing. Vicki knows, but it's been a few years since she sang with us.)
This is going to be a LOT of work, but it should be fun. I will no doubt be wondering if I hate myself by the time the first concert is over. (Do I really want to stand that long? Do I really want to learn that much music? At least I look good in black.) Yes, I really do want to learn all that music. I need a challenge. Matt and I both do. Our work at St. Paul's is a challenge, but we don't do really intense, major things very much, and the works the Chorale is doing are VERY intense. We both need the vocal stretch. (Though, I think the Donizetti piece and the Zarzuela piece I am currently working on for Karen are a pretty big stretch.)
Anything that makes me use my mind and my talent must be a good thing, right? I think so.
I just hope I can do a good enough job that I don't let Vicki down. I know I can sing well enough, it is just the mental discipline and the practice (outside rehearsals) that I hope I can stick with. I don't want to embarrass myself..
So, here's hoping the allergies and my energy are going to allow me to be up to the challenge!
This is going to be a LOT of work, but it should be fun. I will no doubt be wondering if I hate myself by the time the first concert is over. (Do I really want to stand that long? Do I really want to learn that much music? At least I look good in black.) Yes, I really do want to learn all that music. I need a challenge. Matt and I both do. Our work at St. Paul's is a challenge, but we don't do really intense, major things very much, and the works the Chorale is doing are VERY intense. We both need the vocal stretch. (Though, I think the Donizetti piece and the Zarzuela piece I am currently working on for Karen are a pretty big stretch.)
Anything that makes me use my mind and my talent must be a good thing, right? I think so.
I just hope I can do a good enough job that I don't let Vicki down. I know I can sing well enough, it is just the mental discipline and the practice (outside rehearsals) that I hope I can stick with. I don't want to embarrass myself..
So, here's hoping the allergies and my energy are going to allow me to be up to the challenge!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Summer Doldrums
I know, I'm supposed to be printing staff birthday cards (actually, I am. The laptop is doing that as I type this on my desktop machine..). I have been messing around and reading people's Nerdy Dozen posts, and writing a couple of comments on those.
These days, I have also been reading a lot. I've read my way through almost all of the Tunnel Tales Beauty and the Beast fan fiction page. A lot of these stories are extremely well written, and good explorations of the characters that were not possible in the short scope of a TV series. Some of them are downright silly, and some are just not so appealing. A couple of favorites: Sibling Ribaldry for the Shakespearean insult contest. (Why would anyone be silly enough to engage a lawyer in any sort of verbal battle?)
The Bridge is an interesting take on the whole concept, and a very sweet story, in spite of being a bit unsettling to devoted fans in the beginning.
The latest of the Psalm 23 mysteries by Debbie Viguie Beisde Still Waters is out for Kindle. (I bought it and read it on my phone.) I find some interesting parallels between the two main characters in this story and in the Beauty and the Beast stories. Both male characters feel the one they care for will be repulsed by a "monster" they perceive to be part of their makeup. The female leads are more different, the Cindy Preston character in Beside Still Waters being far less sure of herself than the Catherine Chandler character from Beauty and the Beast.
I have indulged myself a bit lately and bought a couple of new candles. One has a wooden wick, and a lovely scent called Bonfire Nights. The wick is a little hard to get started, but it does spit and pop like a fire, and the scent of the wax combined with the burning wood is quite enchanting. I think it will see a lot of use this Fall and Winter. Right now, I burn the Sandcastles scented candle a lot.
Find out more about candles similar to Bonfire Nights here.
I purchased mine at Target, but the candle is not on their website.
Sandcastle is made by Yankee candle. I bought mine at Kohl's. Here's a link.
I have also been buying cds tht remind me of high school lately. I bought 3 by Al Stewart: Modern Times, Past Present and Future, and Year of the Cat. Here's a link to his web catalog. I also bought Phantom of the Paradise sound track album. My friend Robin and I sat through that movie at least six times in one day to participate in a drawing for a chance to win prizes. She won the soundtrack album, and I won a poster. It is pretty scary to me that after all these years (this was around the time of our Freshman year in high school) I still remember most of the words to the songs. Creepy.
Anyway, the last of the birthday cards has printed out, and I guess I better start getting myself ready for an afternoon of work at the library. Howdy to my Nerdy Dozen friends, I will be posting a link to this on the ND blogs.
These days, I have also been reading a lot. I've read my way through almost all of the Tunnel Tales Beauty and the Beast fan fiction page. A lot of these stories are extremely well written, and good explorations of the characters that were not possible in the short scope of a TV series. Some of them are downright silly, and some are just not so appealing. A couple of favorites: Sibling Ribaldry for the Shakespearean insult contest. (Why would anyone be silly enough to engage a lawyer in any sort of verbal battle?)
The Bridge is an interesting take on the whole concept, and a very sweet story, in spite of being a bit unsettling to devoted fans in the beginning.
The latest of the Psalm 23 mysteries by Debbie Viguie Beisde Still Waters is out for Kindle. (I bought it and read it on my phone.) I find some interesting parallels between the two main characters in this story and in the Beauty and the Beast stories. Both male characters feel the one they care for will be repulsed by a "monster" they perceive to be part of their makeup. The female leads are more different, the Cindy Preston character in Beside Still Waters being far less sure of herself than the Catherine Chandler character from Beauty and the Beast.
I have indulged myself a bit lately and bought a couple of new candles. One has a wooden wick, and a lovely scent called Bonfire Nights. The wick is a little hard to get started, but it does spit and pop like a fire, and the scent of the wax combined with the burning wood is quite enchanting. I think it will see a lot of use this Fall and Winter. Right now, I burn the Sandcastles scented candle a lot.
Find out more about candles similar to Bonfire Nights here.
I purchased mine at Target, but the candle is not on their website.
Sandcastle is made by Yankee candle. I bought mine at Kohl's. Here's a link.
I have also been buying cds tht remind me of high school lately. I bought 3 by Al Stewart: Modern Times, Past Present and Future, and Year of the Cat. Here's a link to his web catalog. I also bought Phantom of the Paradise sound track album. My friend Robin and I sat through that movie at least six times in one day to participate in a drawing for a chance to win prizes. She won the soundtrack album, and I won a poster. It is pretty scary to me that after all these years (this was around the time of our Freshman year in high school) I still remember most of the words to the songs. Creepy.
Anyway, the last of the birthday cards has printed out, and I guess I better start getting myself ready for an afternoon of work at the library. Howdy to my Nerdy Dozen friends, I will be posting a link to this on the ND blogs.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Dry Plants and Dead Squirrels - Or Why I Hate Summer
I always forget how horribly oppressive the heat is in the Summer. I also forget that here in Oklahoma, there is the added joy of Gulf moisture added to that heat. Ugh. I never knew just how much I could perspire until we moved here.
There has been a demised squirrel on the street in front of the house since late yesterday afternoon. (Mostly because neither of us could find it in ourselves to go scoop it up and dispose of its poor little body.) The plants in the back yard are about dead because I never go out there anymore. (No Bear to let out, no reason to open the back door.)
So, this afternoon I have the hoses going in both yards in the flower and herb beds. The squirrel is still in the street. I am not strong enough to face going out to pick that up in this heat.
Other than those endeavors, I have been lazy today. Oh, I started the laundry that I will not be home to do tomorrow, ( working @ the library 8:30-5), and I went to Target to get some stuff we needed, I also got some of my Facebook albums cleaned up. I've been messing around online and reading more than anything. I did get my walk in, which makes me feel better. It is also about the only time I listen to music anymore. I've added a few more albums of stuff I liked in high school to the mp3 player, so now I have even more eclectic variety than I used to. There is still a LOT of opera on there.
I have done some prep work for my table display and book talk at our Reader's Extravaganza that will be held on July 17. There will be photos to go with all this text at the end. I'm too lethargic to work them in amongst the text today.
If we are not too heat-distressed or allergy laden, we may join the throng at Buck Thomas Park tonight for the last Summer Nights Music In The Park concert which our library sponsors. There is always a large library contingent present. Thinking of going to a local burger joint for dinner first. Maybe.
There is shortbread to be made this evening. There will be red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing made sometime before Sunday, also. It is our turn to bring goodies on Sunday.
So , I guess you can say that I am pretty busy. Why do I still feel like such a lazy clod?
Here's a test of what may be part of my book display.
Here is the cat saying that my evil purse must die. She attacks it every evening.
I found this sticker amongst the many Star Trek stickers I have left from the last batch purchase from TK Graphics. This one is Beauty and the Beast related. Mouse use to always say this.
Above, plants trying to recover from my neglect.
Right, the poor demised squirrel.
To the left, the potted plants on the patio are faring somewhat better...
There has been a demised squirrel on the street in front of the house since late yesterday afternoon. (Mostly because neither of us could find it in ourselves to go scoop it up and dispose of its poor little body.) The plants in the back yard are about dead because I never go out there anymore. (No Bear to let out, no reason to open the back door.)
So, this afternoon I have the hoses going in both yards in the flower and herb beds. The squirrel is still in the street. I am not strong enough to face going out to pick that up in this heat.
Other than those endeavors, I have been lazy today. Oh, I started the laundry that I will not be home to do tomorrow, ( working @ the library 8:30-5), and I went to Target to get some stuff we needed, I also got some of my Facebook albums cleaned up. I've been messing around online and reading more than anything. I did get my walk in, which makes me feel better. It is also about the only time I listen to music anymore. I've added a few more albums of stuff I liked in high school to the mp3 player, so now I have even more eclectic variety than I used to. There is still a LOT of opera on there.
I have done some prep work for my table display and book talk at our Reader's Extravaganza that will be held on July 17. There will be photos to go with all this text at the end. I'm too lethargic to work them in amongst the text today.
If we are not too heat-distressed or allergy laden, we may join the throng at Buck Thomas Park tonight for the last Summer Nights Music In The Park concert which our library sponsors. There is always a large library contingent present. Thinking of going to a local burger joint for dinner first. Maybe.
There is shortbread to be made this evening. There will be red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing made sometime before Sunday, also. It is our turn to bring goodies on Sunday.
So , I guess you can say that I am pretty busy. Why do I still feel like such a lazy clod?
Here's a test of what may be part of my book display.
Right, the poor demised squirrel.
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